God Grant Me

My life is but a million strokes. 
I sift through my chronicles of life
In different complexities of events,
Colors, 
Symbolism. 
Disparity. 
God, Grant me normalcy. 
Creative consciousness,
Grant me strength. 
Strength to get through a lifetime of flashbacks,
Of resiliency to past events. 
Grant me the strength to never forget my past, 
But help me grow from it. 
Allow me to be unscathed by the man who may have tried to kill me. 
Allow me to see that I am stronger than my batters. 
My abusers. 
The men who have taken and taken and never given back. 
Who know nothing of the pain they cause,
Who sit in a smoldering s**t of ignorance. 
Amen.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Anthony Lewis Doyle]

Interesting...
The descriptive power emanating from this makes me wonder....
You must've lived through quite alot to speak with such honesty these words of discomfort.
I liked all of it, from the top to the bottom.

Oh, and the poem was pretty good too.

Anthony L. Doyle